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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.