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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.