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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
John Holt,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.