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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Swans,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.