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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.