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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Liliput 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.