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 Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
The Litter,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.