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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.