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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.