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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.