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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.