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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.