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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Index,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.