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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Brick,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.