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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.