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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Franke,
Television,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.