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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.