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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.