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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.