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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.