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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.