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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.