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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.