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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
ABC,
Crime,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.