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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.