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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.