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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
MC5,
John Cale,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.