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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.