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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s 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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.