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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.