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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.