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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.