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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
The Associates,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.