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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.