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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.