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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Flesh Eaters 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.