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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.