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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.