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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.