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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.