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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.