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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.