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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Can to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.