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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.