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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Franke,
PIL,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.