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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.