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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Visage,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.