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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.