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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 June Days to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.