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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.