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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.