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 Macedonia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Model 500,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Magma,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.