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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Sonics to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.