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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Wire,
Accadde A,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.