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 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.