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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Japan,
Slave,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.