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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
AZ,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.