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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.