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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.