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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.