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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.