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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
JFA,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.