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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.