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 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.