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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.