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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.