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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
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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.