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 Indonesia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.