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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.