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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.