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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.