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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.