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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.