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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
X-101,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.