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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Can,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.