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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.