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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.