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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.