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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.