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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
New Order,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Can,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.