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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.