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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Buckinghams to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.