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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.