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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.