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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.