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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.