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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.