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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Monks,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.