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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.