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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
MC5,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Crime,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.