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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.