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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Crime,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.