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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.