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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
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.