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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.