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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.