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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.