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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.