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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.