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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Move,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.