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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Suicide,
MC5,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.