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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.