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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Cramps,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.