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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.