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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.