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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
The Gories,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.