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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.