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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Monks,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.