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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.