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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.