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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.