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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.