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 Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Names to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.