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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.