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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.