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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.