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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.