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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.