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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.