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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
ABBA,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
DNA,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.