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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.