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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.