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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.