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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.