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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.