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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
UT,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.