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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.