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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.