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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Can,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.