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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Nas,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.