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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.