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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.