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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.