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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.