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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.