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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.