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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.