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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.