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 North and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
10cc,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Index,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.