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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
MDC,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.