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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.