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 Angola and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
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.