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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.