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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.