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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.