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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Scion,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.