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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.