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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.