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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.