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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.