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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.