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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
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.