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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.