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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.