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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
the Association,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.