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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.