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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.