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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.