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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.