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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Technova,
Scion,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.