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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
The Standells,
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.