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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.