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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.