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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.