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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.