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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Nas,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
The Wake,
June Days,
DNA,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.