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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.