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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.