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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.