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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.