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 Malta 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Technova,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
PIL,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.