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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.