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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.