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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.