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 Thailand 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Wings,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.