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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.