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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.