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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Magazine,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Television,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.