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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.