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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Nico,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.