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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.