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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.