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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Interpol,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.