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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Flipper,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.