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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.