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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.