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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.