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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.