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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.