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 Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.