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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
X-102,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.