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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
DNA,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
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.