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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.