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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Scion,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.