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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.