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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.