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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Scion,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.