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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.