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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.