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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.