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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.