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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.