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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
X-101,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Wings,
Mars,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.