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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
The Litter,
Suicide,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
MC5,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.