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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.