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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
EPMD,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.