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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Index,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.