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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.