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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.