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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.