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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.