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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kinks 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.