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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.