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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.