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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.