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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.