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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.