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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.