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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Skarface,
The Remains,
John Holt,
The Move,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.