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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.