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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.