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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.