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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.