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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.