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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.