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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.