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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Nico,
Excepter,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
ABC,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.