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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.