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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.