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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.