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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Youth Brigade 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.