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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Japan 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.