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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.