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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Pole,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.