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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.