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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
The Sound,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
The Standells,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.