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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Names to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.