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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.