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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.