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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.