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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.