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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.