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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.