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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.