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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.