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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
ABC,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.