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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.