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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.