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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.