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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Swans,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.