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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.