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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.