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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.