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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.