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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.