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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.