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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Lyres,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.