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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
JFA,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.