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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.