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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Smog,
Brick,
June Days,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.