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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.