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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Television,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.