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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.