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 Andorra 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.