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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.