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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.