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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.