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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.