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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.