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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.