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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Slits to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.