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 Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.