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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 the Sonics to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.