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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Moebius,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.