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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.