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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Can,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.