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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.