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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.