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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Pole,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.