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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
X-102,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.