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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.