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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.