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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.