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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.