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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Fear,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.