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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
The Mummies,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Index,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.