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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.