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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Move,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.