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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.