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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.