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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.