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 Monaco and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.