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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.