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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Pylon,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.