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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Wire,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.