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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.