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 Malawi and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.