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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tears for Fears 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.