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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.