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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
The Slits,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.