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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.