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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.