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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.