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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
the Association,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.