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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.