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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Dead C to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.