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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.