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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
the Human League,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.