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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Model 500,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.