Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.