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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.