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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.