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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.