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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.