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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Television,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.