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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Litter,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.