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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Delta 5,
Scion,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.