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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.