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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.