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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.