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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.