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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.