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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.