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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Fear,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
The Motions,
The Gories,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.