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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.