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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.