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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Hashim,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.