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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.