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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.