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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.