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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.