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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.