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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
The Cure,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.