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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.