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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Brick,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.