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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.