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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.