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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
New Order,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.