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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.