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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Quantec,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.