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 Romania 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alphaville 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.