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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.