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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.