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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.