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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Erasure 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
John Holt,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.