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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.