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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.