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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.