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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.