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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.