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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.