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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.