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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.