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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.