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 Lesotho 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
UT,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.