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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.