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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.