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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Sound,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Slave,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.