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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.