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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.