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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.