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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.