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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cluster 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Ossler,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Nas,
Deakin,
MDC,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.