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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.