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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.