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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.