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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.