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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.