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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Smog,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.