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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.