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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.