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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.