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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Franke,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.