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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.