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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.