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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Swans,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Franke,
The Slits,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.