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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.