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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Wings,
the Swans,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.