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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.