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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.