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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.