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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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?
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.