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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.