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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.