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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
PIL,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Crime,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.