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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 New Order to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.