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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.