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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Motorama 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.