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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo 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 disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon 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?
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.