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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.