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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
JFA,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.