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 Malta 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.