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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.