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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.