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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.