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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.