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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.