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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.