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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
X-101,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.