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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.