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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.