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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.