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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Nico,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.