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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.