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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
The Fall,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.