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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.