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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.