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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.