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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.