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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.