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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.