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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Flipper,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.