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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.