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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.