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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.