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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.