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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.