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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.