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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
CMW,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.