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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Smoke to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.