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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.