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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.