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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.