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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.