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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.