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 India and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.