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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
CMW,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Hoover,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.