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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.