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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.