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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.