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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.