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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.