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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.