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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.