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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.