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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.