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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.