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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.