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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
PIL,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.