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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Nas,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.