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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
cv313,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.