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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.