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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.