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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Kayak,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.