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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.