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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.