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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.