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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Qualms,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.