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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.