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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.