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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Remains 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.