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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
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.