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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.