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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.