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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.