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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.