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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Wings,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.