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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
UT,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.