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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.