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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.