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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.