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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.