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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.