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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.