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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.