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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Visage,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.