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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
PIL,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
The Slits,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Gong,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.