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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.