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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.