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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.