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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.