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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Slave,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.