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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.