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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.