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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.