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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 Hong Kong and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.