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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.