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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.