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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.