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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.