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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.