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 Bahrain 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.