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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.