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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.