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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.