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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Smog,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.