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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.