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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.