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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Ten City,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.