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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.