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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.