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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.