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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
AZ,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.