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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.