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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.