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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.