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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.