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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.