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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.