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 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.