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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.