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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.