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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.