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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Royal Trux 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.