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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.