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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.