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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Index to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.