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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.