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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.