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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.