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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.