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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.